lonely in the snow the cold world does not welcome survives as he must
I love this painting.
gathered together to celebrate love's chasm in spring's finest shades
orange glowing dusk floods over lost consciousness and flickering hope
a great blue over a pure gold flecked with red the fall, like water, flowing through the traveler, returning gladness a welcoming place, wreathed in autumn's calm glow, where the walker stops hearing finally the voice that reminds him that good is by a pond, trees like new angels spreading wings, scattered leaves on the … Continue reading "a little awestruck"
days singing brightly or nights spent in wistfulness, hiding in plain sight
I felt the storm break; Distance became nearness, and Day turned into dark
... in its essence ...
face the sun, and feel the energy in breathing your own life back in